Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Find the Panties
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I stared at the object hanging on the towel rack, lost in thought for a moment.
Should I give it back to her, or pretend I hadn't seen it?
No, she had gone home without her panties—she couldn't possibly not have noticed.
She was probably sobbing right now, her face beet red.
For now, with this precious item right in front of me, I decided to enjoy the situation.
I reached out toward the panties, still dripping droplets of water one by one.
Soaked through with arousal fluid and squirt.
I brought my nose close, and it smelled exactly like the scent from my fingers after I'd plunged them into the onahole earlier.
This time, I stuck out my tongue and lightly sucked on the part that touched her pussy.
It tasted just like the slightly salty liquid from when I'd licked her clit earlier.
I'd half-doubted it, but this confirmed once again that the sensations I'd felt with the real thing and the onahole were genuine.
Proven by taste and smell, the texture in my hands and the tightness of her pussy must have been identical too.
Recalling those sensations made my dick start to harden, but I willed it back down.
I'd seen it in comics and wanted to jerk off with her panties once, but they were soaked, so I gave up immediately.
You need soft fabric to rub against for it to feel good. In this state, it'd just hurt.
For now, I left the panties hanging on the towel rack and stepped out of the bathroom.
I'd skipped lunch, and now it was dinnertime—my stomach kept rumbling in protest.
I headed to the kitchen to fill it up, but cooking sounded like too much hassle, so I opened a delivery app and ordered some food.
Being dinnertime, the estimated wait was about 40 minutes.
I was wide awake now with nothing to do, so I lay on the bed, lost in various thoughts.
Naturally, I spent the most time wondering what to do with those panties.
The best outcome would be to treat it like a gift and both pretend nothing happened, but that seemed utterly unrealistic.
I was the one who was sick, and she probably thought I was asleep, so she hadn't come looking yet.
But judging by her usual personality, she'd definitely come to retrieve them.
So how could I return them without embarrassing each other?
I considered options like handing them over pinched lightly between thumb and index finger, putting them in a plastic bag, or secretly hanging them on the door handle...
I ran through various ideas, but dismissed them all from my mind right away.
"Still, it'd be better to wash them before giving them back soaked in her juices, right?"
No matter how I thought about it, that seemed like the best approach.
I went back to the bathroom, grabbed the panties, and headed to the washing machine.
But when it came time to actually put them in, it felt wasteful to run the huge machine for such a tiny scrap of fabric—water and electricity down the drain.
I glanced around the room at the pile of laundry that had built up over the weekend.
Then I tossed the panties in with it and started the wash.
With the optimistic thought that no one could complain if I gave them back clean after washing.
Beep... beep... beep...
Time passed, and the machine chimed to signal the laundry was done.
I opened the drying rack and started hanging the clothes one by one.
The moment I placed the panties up last...
Ding-dong!
Perfect timing—the doorbell rang for my delivery.
I was starving, so I grabbed the food and dug right in.
The contents vanished quickly, and soon I was patting my full belly with a satisfied sense of fullness, having scraped the bowls clean.
"Ugh... so full. They do a great job here."
With the empty bowls in front of me, I rested a bit before preparing to take out the trash.
There was no space for sorted recycling in the room, and leaving food residue attracted bugs and smells, so I'd gotten into the habit of tossing it immediately.
I opened the door, and a warm night breeze greeted me.
The trash wasn't much, so I quickly sorted it at the bins out front and returned to my room.
The clock showed it was still only 9 p.m.
My body ached a little, but I wasn't sleepy.
It was too early for bed, and with nothing else to do, I figured I'd lie on the bed messing around until I dozed off naturally.
I turned off the light, and the room plunged into darkness.
The moonlight filtering through the window provided just enough faint light—gentle on the eyes.
About ten minutes after lying down...
The doorbell rang.
Ding-dong!
"Who is it!?"
"Oh, um... it's Yoon Hye-yoon... Could you open up for a sec?"
"Sure. One moment."
I got straight up from the bed and opened the door.
A face I kept running into today.
Bathed in the hallway light, she had a fresh vibe.
"What's up?"
"Hi. Were you sleeping by any chance? I hope I didn't wake you..."
Since the lights were off, she asked cautiously if she'd disturbed me.
She seemed even more fidgety than usual.
"No. I just turned them off because my eyes were hurting."
"Oh, good! I heard the door opening and closing earlier, so I figured you were still up. Guess I was right."
"More importantly, what's going on?"
"Well... I left something behind earlier... Mind if I come in to look for it?"
"What kind of thing?"
I asked, playing dumb even though I knew.
She hemmed and hawed, unable to give a straight answer.
"You haven't seen it...? It's not anything major, but... it's... kind of important."
"If it's important, we should find it. Come on in."
"Thanks. Sorry for the intrusion."
She headed straight for the bathroom and shut the door.
I stealthily glanced toward the drying rack.
If she saw it sitting there innocently, my excuse of not noticing would fall apart, so I had to hide it.
I picked up the white panties, tucked them under a towel, then sat on the bed pretending to scroll on my phone.
A moment later, she emerged from the bathroom with a puzzled expression and suspicious eyes.
She probably thought I'd hidden her panties.
And my guess was spot on—she approached me and spoke in an accusatory tone.
"Um, excuse me... did you not see anything in the bathroom?"
"Huh? What thing?"
"The... one that was hanging on the towel rack. White... fabric or something."
"Towel rack...? All I saw there were the towels I set out to wash earlier."
"Lau... laundry? Where's that now?"
"Already ran it through the washer. It's drying on the rack."
"Wha... what!?"
Her eyes went wide at my words, and she whipped around, scanning the room.
She spotted the drying rack by the window, rushed over, and started inspecting it.
She went slowly from one end to the other but apparently didn't find it, because she spoke up again.
"Could I check the washing machine? Just in case something got left inside."
"Go ahead. It's right there."
She even rummaged through the washer but came up empty, showing no signs of giving up.
Instead, she busied herself poking around every corner of my room, on the verge of checking my closet next.
I decided to drop a hint before her suspicions about me grew any stronger.
"Hey. I can't help look for it if I don't know what we're searching for."
"It's... kind of hard to say..."
"You show up in the middle of the night, rummaging through my place—what am I supposed to think? I want to rest soon, so this is getting troublesome."
"Oh..."
My words seemed to calm her excitement; she suddenly froze.
She bowed her head slightly in apology, fiddling with her collar for a moment.
Then she spoke again.
"Sorry... I got too worked up. Truth is... I'm looking for my panties..."
"Panties? What would those be doing here?"
"Earlier in the bathroom... um..."
"Did you pee?"
"Aaaah! No! I mean, yeah, I did... but aaa!"
"Did you do laundry and dry them here and forget to take them?"
"N-no... I didn't do laundry."
"Then that wiping the floor earlier... don't tell me."
"I-it wasn't that! I didn't even pee myself to begin with!"
Embarrassed, she couldn't continue, covering her flushed face with both hands.
Pushing further here would leave me speechless even if she slapped me.
Time to end the teasing.
"Now I know what we're looking for, so let's find it together. What color are they?"
"White..."
Her voice was barely a whisper—adorable.
I casually suggested a solution in my normal tone.
"I think they got mixed in with the towels when I loaded the laundry. Shall we check the drying rack again?"
"Y-yeah..."
We returned to the rack, and the panty hunt began as we lifted the clothes one by one.
The panties were under the towel on the left, so I planned to "find" them first and sent her to the right side.
A moment later, while rummaging, I deliberately lifted the towel I remembered with a flourish.
Plop—a white cloth fell out.
I bent down, picked it up, and showed it to her.
"Is this it? It was under the towel."
Whoosh.
Without a word, she snatched it from my hand and stuffed it into her pocket.
I'd never seen her like that before, so I just chuckled inwardly and stayed quiet.
"Glad we found it."
"Y-yeah. Thanks. I'll head out now."
"Oh, I washed them clean, so no need to do it again."
"It wasn't pee!"
With that, she fled the room.
Left alone, I lay back on the bed with a small laugh.
It felt like sweet revenge for rolling around on the gym floor with her today—pretty fun.
Plus, I'd seen a new side of her, and gained a bit more understanding of the onahole. All in all, a decent day.